feel like Bakugou wouldn’t give a shit about the plushies on your bed, whether they have names or if it’s your favorite he’ll punch it, slowly choke it out to watch you freak out or just be bratty an swat it to the floor if it’s in the way.
tho if you dare to remove or swap out one he’d given you oh boy he’ll ask you all 20 questions,
“oi, where’d that freaky lookin one go?” “what didn’t like it anymore or som?” “nah i won that fair an square you put it back”. And just to make you gasp “…bet it’s suffocating in that stuffy closet of yours-“